It may be something of a hulking brutalist monstrosity in terms of architectural design, but it is both extremely useful and aesthetically appealing to live a block away from such an extensive store of knowledge as Robarts Library. The long summer hours on weekdays are also appreciated.
I have been occupying long stretches of time on the eleventh floor – in the company of most of the political science books – reading, summarizing, writing out definitions of terms, sketching the content of theoretical schools and the relationships between them, and fervently hoping that Friday’s exam yields the A- or better which I need to move on to the research stage of my PhD.
The place is also a subject of photographic interest in terms of its external stairs, internal stairs, the backdrop it provides to the Massey quad, the kilometres of internal shelving (colour-coded), workspaces, adjacent cherry blossoms, high ceilings, and vast holdings.
Between 1975 and 1979, I spent massive amounts of time on the time floor – red section- studying.